I started feeling sniffly last week, and prayed Zachary wouldn't catch my cold, but of course he started to sniffle two days after I did. He absolutely detested the saline drops we put in his nostrils, let alone when we tried to use the bulb syringe to clear his tiny nose. I remembered these articles, and also heard that breastmilk would help from the leader of my new parents' support group. Scott managed to procure a tiny syringe, and I squirted some of my precious commodity (don't say it's not precious until you've been hooked up to a pump for 30 minutes and produced a measly 2 ounces) into his gurgly little nostrils. Now, I did this right before Zachary went to bed last night, and he slept for 5 hours, and only woke twice last night in all. I heard no sniffling until around 6:30am. Coincidence? Perhaps...
Whether or not I will try this remedy on anything else is yet to be seen. I just keep having this image of someone cutting themselves and then a new mother running over exclaiming, "Put away the Neosporin! I have something even better!" as she fumbles with her shirt buttons.
The human body is truly amazing, but that is just creepy.
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